Page 122 of His Stolen Omega

Levi stood and walked around to him, taking his time with it, the way a predator who was confident it’d already cornered its prey would. His hand reached him first, sliding across Elm’s narrow back to grab onto his left hip, before he stepped directly behind him. He took hold of his side and then yanked him back, grinding his sheathed cock forward in the process.

Elm cried out when the plug was pushed in deeper. The alpha’s other hand traveled up his spine, then wrapped around his nape and shoved him forward, so he was splayed out over the table with his ass high and pressed against the alpha’s center.

“Stop.” Elm fisted his hands as he felt the alpha’s hot breath ghost down his back. “This isn’t love, Leviathan! This is control!”

“This is possession,” he corrected, not even remotely sorry for it. “This is me showing my mate that his body already knows who its master is. You’ll get used to it. My love? You’ll adjust and eventually feel for me as strongly as I feel for you. It’s unavoidable, Elm Erskine. It’s destiny.”

“Fated mates are a crock of shit,” Elm snarled, “and you’re insane!”

“Don’t you see that’s what makes this so real between us? So special?” He sealed himself over Elm’s back and held his head down, cheek against the granite, so he could move his face next to his and meet his gaze. “I chose you. Out of everyone on my planet and yours, you’re the one I want, omega.”

Elm winced. “It’s because of that. Because of what I am now.”

Levi searched his expression. “You doubt I would have kept you if you were still beta?”

“You would have shot me in that warehouse the day we first met.”

“You were omega then, and I still almost did,” he reminded. “I appreciate your body,” his attention swept down Elm then back to his face, “and your pheromones. But it’s your mind that I like the most. It’s…refreshing.”

“Drink some lemonade. It’ll have the same effect.”

“Should I make you come again?” Levi suggested, petting his head. “You’re calmer once you’ve orgasmed.”

“Get the hell off of me.”

The alpha brought his lips to the curve of Elm’s ear. “I can make you want it, remember?”

“That isn’t real want,” he argued. “That’s a chemical response. The six fucking claiming bites work to your advantage, but that doesn’t mean I legitimately want any of this. I want—”

“To return to your docile little life where you stand in the shadows of your boring little friends and your idolized big brother?”

“Let me up, Levi.”

“Does the truth hurt, treasure?”

“You’re being mean.”

“I was playing nice, but you weren’t very receptive to it. I’m trying a new angle.”

“I’m not some puzzle you need to solve.”

“I can’t help you come to terms with your new reality if I don’t understand you,” Levi disagreed.

“Please just back off. I can’t think straight with my dick this hard and you rubbing up against me like some bitch in heat.”

“Did you just swear at me, omega?”

“Yeah, so what?”

Before the alpha could respond, the multi-slate went off, and he tapped to accept the call, still keeping Elm pinned beneath him.

“I have news, Dominus,” Koah’s terse voice came through the speakers, and Elm held his breath, trying not to be heard.

The last thing he wanted was the General picturing them in this compromising position.

“Speak.” Levi continued to comb his fingers through Elm’s hair as though fascinated with the strands.

“I found the missing Runner, but I also learned something new. You aren’t going to like it.” The General didn’t sound very pleased about whatever information he’d called to pass on either. “His relationship with your Possessio was more intricate than we believed.”